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I woke up and I drove to work
On the wrong side of the road
What the hell would I do
I must admit I didn't know
Andrew came along y'all
To add a couple lines or so
I got one I finished yesterday
And I got three-point-six to go
One down
And three-point-six
Tomorrow
And I'm outta here
One down
And three-point-six
Tomorrow
And I'm out of here
People tell me
Ben, just make up junk
And turn it in
But I never was alright with turning in
A bunch of shit
Don't like wasting time
On music that won't make you proud
But now I've found a reason
To sit right down and shit some out
One down
And three-point-six
Tomorrow
And I'm outta here
One down
And three-point-six
Tomorrow
And I'm out of here
Yeah, yeah...
I love you more than
Any man has loved before I
Love you more than
All the stars up in the sky
I think that we should
Settle down and
Live happily forever
After
What do you think of that?...
I'm really not complaining
I realize it's just a job
And I hate hearing belly-aching rock stars
Whine and sob
Cause I could be busing tables
I could well be pumpin' gas
Yeah, but I get paid much finer
For playin' piano and kissin' ass
This is one I wrote just an hour ago
And three-point-six at last
One down
And three-point-six
Tomorrow
And I'm outta here
One down
And three-point-six
Tomorrow
And I'm out of here
One down
And three-point-six
One down
And three-point-six
Tomorrow
And I'm out of here
On the wrong side of the road
What the hell would I do
I must admit I didn't know
Andrew came along y'all
To add a couple lines or so
I got one I finished yesterday
And I got three-point-six to go
One down
And three-point-six
Tomorrow
And I'm outta here
One down
And three-point-six
Tomorrow
And I'm out of here
People tell me
Ben, just make up junk
And turn it in
But I never was alright with turning in
A bunch of shit
Don't like wasting time
On music that won't make you proud
But now I've found a reason
To sit right down and shit some out
One down
And three-point-six
Tomorrow
And I'm outta here
One down
And three-point-six
Tomorrow
And I'm out of here
Yeah, yeah...
I love you more than
Any man has loved before I
Love you more than
All the stars up in the sky
I think that we should
Settle down and
Live happily forever
After
What do you think of that?...
I'm really not complaining
I realize it's just a job
And I hate hearing belly-aching rock stars
Whine and sob
Cause I could be busing tables
I could well be pumpin' gas
Yeah, but I get paid much finer
For playin' piano and kissin' ass
This is one I wrote just an hour ago
And three-point-six at last
One down
And three-point-six
Tomorrow
And I'm outta here
One down
And three-point-six
Tomorrow
And I'm out of here
One down
And three-point-six
One down
And three-point-six
Tomorrow
And I'm out of here
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Ben Wrote one song yesterday. (1 Song)
Andrew came along and wrote a couple of lines or so. (0.4 songs)
5 - 1.4 = 3.6
So ben has 3.6 songs left to write.
The middle eight is a real p***-take. Can you think of any more non-Ben lyrics. Even more ironic is the fact that he has written a near perfect song, which the publishers can't use because it slaughters them.
I also like the line "Don't like wasting time on music that won't make me proud". That's why I love his music so much. The man is a genius.
I actually love this song though...not even for the frustration humor, it's just a good song with terribly well written lyrics.